[FM] Ending Happy. The last time I 18M was with my Ex [18]

This happened in March of 1998. At the time I was a bit over six feet and a lean 175 of long muscle from my work outside and generally being active. My hair was light brown and cut short and I, like all 18-year-old men of the era had a modest and regrettable goatee. My eyes are a gray-blue.

My girlfriend at the time was named Mina and is only peripherally a part of what you are about to read. We were young and petty and abusive towards each other and luckily one of us had the sense to break it off after four years. I hope her life is better.

This isn’t about her. This is about Ella. This is about a very specific kind of closure. One I took liberties to enjoy. It isn’t all positive. It is all true notwithstanding the names which are changed but retain their symmetry for whatever little that is worth.

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I awoke just as the soft knocking on the back door ended. My room was pretty dark. Bruised purple and peach shapes still stood out from the reflected sodium streetlamps. I rolled my head off the side of the mattress and groggily stretched. The black and white tiles came into focus inches from where my bed lay upon the bare floor.

I lifted out of the low bed in a confused hurry. My girlfriend Mina? No, she was working third shift. She wouldn’t knock. We’d been fighting anyhow and she was staying away for a few days. I got to the door slowly opened it to find only the moonlight dappling the back yard and the substantial chill of early March.

It was a 4-bedroom house southwest of the city center. It was on a quiet side street and we’d all lived there only a few short months. There were 5 of us plus random friends over most nights. As a newly minted adult of eighteen years I was enjoying being in such a nice place. It had, of course, also become a constant after-party for every punk show in town.

My night with my roomies and PlayStation had left me fairly drunk upon waking but I was alert enough to hear the pad of steps around the house. Whomever had knocked was either leaving or going around to the front.

Since I was only wearing boxers so I elected to peak through the window on the side of the kitchen as opposed to just walking into the chilly night.

My bedroom was right off of the kitchen and I collapsed the glass folding door and stepped into the cramped room. I walked carefully to avoid the island stove and peered blearily at the shape slowly walking up the driveway. The clock on the oven said it was 3:14am and it looked like there was a tall girl stepping cautiously around the house.

It had to be some acquaintance wondering if anyone was still up. If you’ve ever lived in a house with drugs and parties you know precisely what I mean.

I made my way in the relative darkness toward the front door to lean out and see who it was. My hand clasped the door handle and a feeling of gathering curiosity crept from my wrist to the nape of my neck. In the artificial gloam of the front yard stood my ex-girlfriend Ella. She was swaying more than a little.

Our breakup 8 months earlier had been much more sad than acrimonious. She’d gone off to college. I heard she’d gotten pretty wrapped up in drugs and partying. I had recently grown a little bitter because while we fooled around constantly, we had never fucked in almost 18 months together…and I’d heard she was more than making up for lost time.

She had actually come by earlier that day. Ella was home visiting her folks from college. It would’ve been supremely awkward if my girlfriend had been there but we hung out in the common spaces, and she clearly wasn’t there to see me alone.

In fact, she was flirting with a guy friend she had brought. Hunter…the fucking nerve.

The history coupled with being awoken caused me to bark out “El, what’re you doing here at three in the morning? You woke me.”

She didn’t seem to pick up on my tone and smiled and started towards me up the three steps to the doorway. Her eyes were hooded with intoxication even I could pick out through my own haze. She’d obviously driven here as well.

“What do you want Ella?”

She got to the top of the stairs and I looked her up and down a little confusedly. She wore khaki shorts with thin sandals. Her top was just a white cap sleeve button-up. She had leaned out while away at school but had kept her all of her curves. Her form was as clarified in youth as it would ever be. I had noticed earlier, and added it to my pile of chagrin.

She was now closer to me than she had been all day. It made me a more than a little sad. I missed her.

The dissolution of our relationship had been a full-stop. I hadn’t even hugged her earlier that day. Her boundaries and my relationship kept it pretty firm.

This made her awkwardly launching into a deep tongue-kiss without preamble a shock.

It wasn’t unwelcome. Mina and I had a roughshod relationship and it had been pretty emotionally abusive and here…here was this very pretty blonde pressing what I knew were really beautiful C-cup breasts into my chest while seemingly trying to kiss me to a completion.

She knew I was taken and I managed to break the seal long enough to murmur the vaguest hint of resistance, “I’m with someone”.

“Shhh…don’ wanna wake anyone else up and get caught.” She slurred through a smile. It was a little louder than seemed appropriate for the sentiment.

She moved her mouth to my ear and pressed her pussy into my hardening cock.

“I’m-gonna-fuck-you. Don’t cum in me though ‘k?”

My latent anger at her for our relationship twisted suddenly as it found a recourse. I was going to fuck her alright. Like accepting a gift. Not because she wanted me to. Not because I thought she owed me. Because I wanted to.

She chewed my ear and turned her hips out. She grabbed at my cock and stroked me once through the thin fabric from base to tip.

“Let’s go to my room.” I said already grabbing a handful of her strong but generous ass. I fairly pushed her ahead with my hand and she stifled a giggle.

Off the living room was a tan carpeted dining area that only had a small table and two chairs in it. We didn’t have a lot of furniture and the room fairly swallowed it.

Ella stopped in the middle of the room and turned. Her hands unfastened the button to her small shorts. I paused my advance to watch what she would do. I was remembering how she sucked cock and wondering if that had changed as much as her kiss had?

Her hands reached across one another and she lifted her shirt over her head. As it rose I stared hungrily at the soft but taut flesh across her stomach. She always had a beautiful body; now it was almost athletic. She was quite tanned too. Her light blonde hair, which she always kept to her shoulders was now well past them.

Her breasts certainly hadn’t lost any ground and seemed even larger against her thin bra.

I grasped my cock reflexively to readjust it but realized I had nowhere to put it, so I just pawed at it while across from me Ella deftly removed her shorts and bra.

She stood at almost six-feet tall. Her breasts were topped by slightly larger than average areola that were ever-so-faintly puffed out when soft. Her shoulders were broad but she held them with real grace. The tiny bikini briefs were faintly bridged at the top by the muscular insinuation of a V. She was in better shape somehow than ever before. Drugs and fucking suited her apparently.

I could see the bulge of her mons through the pale blue of her panties. I knew that she kept a small triangle of neatly groomed short blonde fur above her slit of a cunt.

I knew that she was lightly pink all over when she opened up to my tongue.

I also knew that, contrary to her privilege and private school upbringing, she always wanted a finger in her ass when she started to cum.

I wondered if any of that had changed and she took a step closer and pulled down my boxers and followed them down to the floor.

She halfway droned out “Did you miss me?” and before I could answer her she asserted “You missed me.”

I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or my rock-hard uncut dick and I didn’t care. I wasn’t here to talk to her now. I wasn’t here for jabs.

She always had such pretty blue eyes. Wide and crystalline and, at the moment, locked to mine as her lips parted and she worked her mouth onto me.

Her tongue probed and swirled around the head coaxing a pulsation out of me. Her hand picked up from my boxers and cupped my balls pulling me progressively deeper into her. Her other hand started to work around the middle of me while her tongue probed around the edges of my head. She moaned slightly with each delving onto me.

When she pulled off of me it was with a little sloppy popping and she ran her hand up the length of me and cupped the head of my dick.

“I need a better angle and I can get deep now.” She said. Her words started braggadocious but ended almost sounding confessional.

“Oh yeah? Show me what you’ve learned.” I whispered. I didn’t care about who she was fucking or how many cocks she’d sucked…that was new for me. It was like realizing the moment your fever has broken.

She pulled me onto the carpet with her and side-shimmied out of her panties.

The triangle of girl fuzz was still there above her slit. Her pussy seemed even more plump for how lithe the rest of her body had become. I noticed the large wet spot in her panties and thought about the salty-sweet tang of her.

She turned around surprisingly gracefully and mounted me in a sixty-nine. I have always love staring up at a wet pussy, and I was about to start going after her viciously when she beat me to the punch.

Before I could even get a single lick of her I felt her mouth and that soft, strong tongue pass all way down around my almost seven inches and lock at the base. I groaned in elation and surprise. My girlfriend could deepthroat but everyone feels different, and this new sensation of soft and complete suction was so nice.

I could feel the large head of my cock swelling and the light pop each time I passed in and out of her throat. I realized I might have to start the process of actively holding back my cum.

I refocused on the idea that we were likely to be caught by my roommates and that brought me back from space. The wet and sloppy suctioning sounds were getting more rapid.

I whispered in a rasp “You gotta go a little easier or you’re the one who’s gonna wake everyone up.”

“Mmnf” was all she said as she kept slurping up and down on my cock.

Diligence done I turned and picked up my head to lean into her hot little pussy. Her long thighbones meant I had to almost do a crunch to really get to her. I wrapped my arms around her hips and picked myself up to share the load with my abdominal muscles.

Dipping my tongue into her that first taste was everything I remembered. I felt the fleshy stud of her small but sensitive clit under its hood and dragged upward towards her hole.

“Mmnmmmnnnnnf!” came from around my dick. She was as responsive as ever.

It was always a little work to get Ella to actually cum hard but she sure enjoyed the entire process from the first go.

I thought about the first time I fingerfucked her to completion in the garden behind her parent’s house in the summertime. Her sweat and juice-slicked thighs, and how her cunt squeezed my ring and middle finger while my pinky grazed her asshole. Watching her chest and face flush with immediacy.

I pulled away from the memory and shoved my tongue inside her and dropped my left hand from her back to get access to thumb her clit. She rolled into the angle and I moved up to eat her asshole.

“MMMHMMMOohhh” as she pulled her mouth off of me.

“Oh, that feels really good. I haven’t had that.” She said as I struggled to keep on her clit with an awkwardly turned hand.

It felt good for me too. To exact this one last *first* from my ex. It had become routine for my girlfriend and I by this point in our relationship but I was surprised by how easily I went for what had been a taboo between my Ella and I.

I smiled and thought about how many times I had been knuckle deep in her ass but she’d never let me rim her?

She rode me and moved my hand to rub herself. I raised up both of mine to play with her soft but proud breasts and found her nipples at attention.
She started to really push back against me and her breath was hitching higher with each intake. I pinched her nipples moderately but with continuously changing pressure.

When she came a few minutes later I felt her cunt hole pulse against my chin and her ass pushed me out to lap about its surface. She was, fortunately, holding the noise level to a medium roar at least.

She leaned down without a word and took my cock back into her throat. I had softened a little with my focus shifted to her but I stood right back up within 10 seconds to complete attention. As soon as she was sure that I was completely hard she withdrew and turned to face me. She climbed on top of me and reached down to line me up with her hot cunt.

She sank down easily. She wasn’t quite as tight as my girlfriend but the texture was so velvety. Several degrees hotter and a little wetter than Mina. It was just so completely different.

There was something else surprising. There was love.

All the bluster between us as exes vanished, and she smiled in her lop-sided way and locked her bright blue eyes onto mine before sinking into a kiss.
She started to ride slowly. Some girls grind a little more on top and some girls will sort of drop down onto your length. She started as the former and made slow arcing dips taking me all the way back to her entrance, and sliding deftly back down until I could just feel her cervix.

Her grinding had worked my sheath all the way back and now with the sensitive head of my cock fully exposed. I could feel the stark textural detail of her walls. Like warm wet silk that never ended.

She drew away from the kiss and looked at me meaningfully and I smiled at her again.

“I love you.” She said and smiled more fully.

“I love you too” I said.

It was obvious that love was altered for both of us. You could read it in the eyes plain as day. It wasn’t the love between to young people. It was the love that happens after. It was still good.

I wrapped my arm around her waist and bore down restricting her ability to grind. She read the kinesthetic sign and began to bounce her hips up and down. As she got comfortable in her stroke, she picked up speed.

Ella looked down at me and said “Tell me when you’re ready and I’ll swallow you ok?”

I nodded and suddenly we were clarion and sober. She jacked me with her tightening cunt, I knew I was going to try and wait until she came on my cock. I felt her getting closer and saw sweat starting to form at her chest from effort. I snaked one arm down and leaned at the rib to keep from breaking her stride. I began to rub her asshole again in moderate circular motions and she shuddered and started to grind out her second orgasm.

As it peaked and then ebbed, she shook in my arms and then dropped her head to my ear and nibbled while writhing her wetness onto me.

I turned her off of me and got into a side mount position. She lifted her leg to let me in and I started to pump in and out of her at about two thirds of my length. The pressure from her leg being closed increased my sensation of her walls and she gripped down rhythmically. She spread her ass and I could see myself slid in between her lips. I could see the wetness on my cock. That was all I could stand and I told her “Get ready I’m gonna cum.”

Ella pulled up off of me and then flipped over and got on all-fours and I bucked into her mouth with deep thrusts. She couldn’t quite get me all down in this way but she was still a very talented cock-sucker.

The feeling of her working me coupled with the view of her arched ass and the cleft between was too much. I let go in her mouth and she backed away to just below the head. It felt like she was swishing with my cock in her mouth but she was just working her tongue all around in tandem with milking with her lips. She was just letting the hot cum pool around and fill her mouth up. My muscles tensed and she kept sucking me all the way through my orgasm.

I noticed how hard I had been gripping her shoulders and eased up. She withdrew and got to her knees to face me. She peered out at me again and let me watch her swallow and smiled.

She kissed me once and started to get dressed. I followed suit not sure what to say.

She finished and said “Hey, I gotta go. I gotta get back to my folks place.”

I said “Yeah, I gotta get some sleep. Thank you, El.,”

I reached out and took her hand and she stepped in and we kissed for the last time. It was passionate and long and then it was over. She left without another word. My roommates never stirred. I went back to bed with an ocean of shifting feelings.

We were something else now.

It was better than being exes. Not exactly friends. One-time lovers.

We were something there isn’t really a word for.

Something like a happy-ending.

An ending you are happy about.

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